Tekster: Brenn Hill. Bitter Creek.

Last night I fell asleep
And dreamed of Bitter Creek
The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak
And the cold black timber swayin'
in the golden sunlight streak
And the cool clear water rollin' o'er the rocks of Bitter Creek

Where I rode for the brand
And I made one good hand
I broke wild horses and I took care of the land
And today my eyes are misty
And the tears roll off my cheek
As I sit here in this city and I dream of Bitter Creek

The long red canyon walls
The lonely coyote calls
The golden grassy meadow full of cattle in the fall
I was young and I was restless
I thought I knew it all
Now I'm stuck here in this city with my back against the wall

But I rode for the brand
And I made one good hand
I washed my reckless soul inside the blood of the land
And my eyes are ever misty
The tears roll off my cheek
When I think of all I left behind up on Bitter Creek

The blue-eyed girl Lucille
I can see her still
I loved her then and now I know that I forever will
But my eyes are growin' tired
And its hard for me to speak
Rememberin' the love I lost
Up on Bitter Creek
I close my eyes just one last time
And I'm home on Bitter Creek